Why could you not have left me as I was, in the sea of being?" "Because the world has need of your humility, your piety, your great teaching and your Machiavellian scheming.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.

Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.

I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.

There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.

The most difficult thing about Time, I have learned, is doing it.